Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The Old Order

Max the blueberry farmer left Portland airport andlanded in Philadelphia. He rented a car to drive toPhoenixville and the New Dinnerplate Pancake Factory.

But Mr Jellings wasn’t there as promised, so Maxcouldn’t discuss his dismissal letter.

Rita told him “You’ll only have luck with himby cell or email. He’s off to Scranton tointroduce the huge new blueberry pancake.Well, it’s all over the country. They’re about the lastto get it.” Then she frowned. “Hey! That’s you! Or used to be. I’m sorry.”

She took him out to the floor to see the rivers of “blueberries.” Size of marbles, and millions!

“They’re hard as rocks now, but they’re furnacedfor a few seconds just before they merge withthe batter stream. Mushed up just enough."

“Well, REAL blueberries...!” he began but she cut himoff with a laugh.

When he got home to Waterville that early evening,Millie was unloading the groceries from the FordExpedition. He helped her carry them in.

She flipped the kitchen switch and the florescent lightsbuzzed, then caught.